Music for the viol glowing like embers in the dark

Wood for a welcoming fire in a welcoming house. © Charles Thibo

It was mid-November when I set out to write this post. It was grey and cold and wet outside. Sort of unwelcoming. But it was so cosy inside our house, especially since I enjoyed welcoming music. When I heard these pieces for the first time, I thought of wood, grey-brown dried wood. Wood for the fireplace. Beech wood that gives a lot of embers keeping the heat for a long time. The fireplace keeps us warm and made this a welcoming house on such an afternoon.

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A morning meditation about what matters

A dark winter norning. Another meditation place. © Charles Thibo
A dark winter morning. Another meditation place. © Charles Thibo

What matters? Few things. The people I care about. Health. Music. My books. That’s it. Anything else seems more like a product of human vanity than a real need. But do I really need all that music? All those books? I never was obsessed by my health. So what is left? The people I care about. It is time then to be grateful for what I have. To thank God that I suffer no real needs.

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